Sunday, 15 April 2018

"On What Is True," part 15

An expert with a lifetime of experience in these matters assured
me that all the main elements of the following can be trusted. The dogs having had their fill left the man in his painful
condition. He arose despite the unbearable pain of the millions of raw nerve
endings grinding upon one another with every slight movement of his body. At the
same time, the man left his dismantled house after the display case of shame
killed the funeral-goers by laughter. The man then by happenstance crossed paths
with the man. Recognizing him, the man said,

"I buried you."

"Did
you? How dare you leave the job unfinished?"

"How dare you leave your
suicide unfinished?"

"I hate you. You are what I refused to become."

"I hate you more. You are what I refuse to turn back into."

The man
then punched the man in the densest, rawest part of his nerve-bundled body, a
clump bulging out slightly at his gut.

"I cannot
stop it, the man said to the man, but why can you not stop it either?"

"Because neither one of us has power over necessity and even less so over
the case."

After the man's nerves were pounded down to mashed tissues, the
man departed from the man forever. Although the expert is recently deceased
and can no longer attest personally to its veracity, he entrusted his son in
his last will and testament to defend this account at all costs.